Alchemisland

Screen printed in a squat kitchen Calling my art wank, half right ain’t it Masturbating onto the painting, OTO statement Debating which unlikely fate to convey Convert to reality, earth and flame He hurt you so I flayed him Flensing knife I took his hide For tanning, four months inside For the Italian Job Spaghetti…

Hard work  Motivated by spite, right Covered in spikes like Lambton worm fight Flush despite a lazy wife Mail order bride dead on arrival  Nobody bored more airholes on time Surprise exhibition  Surmise it’s my mission  When I see a stoic fetching tissues Coming unglued, feels the blues  Looking at the work I do  Power…

Hard as a varnished schoolyard conker  Bollard to stop parking, knock it over In my wake, road full of broken oaths  Spread oats, lose track of where I’m going Command and conquer  Come at a man, call him plonker  Cruelty to kids, that’s Willy Wonka Remain the same always, the song will  Inheritance pale compared,…

This job is fucking bullshit Slippery slope to boredom Corner me, I’m bullish Push me, I’m pushing, pushback Give my drugs back, drop off in the drug bag Rode out with a half mask and half mag, secured the bag Carving off his skin, like a security tag on a bag of stolen DVDs

Words like birds alight my fingertip branches Breaking up the inertia, discerning now answers in yesterday’s patterns In step in time like a dancer, the music is time Joyce tried Proust but couldn’t prove his greatness Dying for a smoke, in every sense Find what you love and let it kill you, spend every cent…